Despite however much I had accepted being forever single, this wedding was still crushing my heart. The bride and groom had left, but the party was s...ill going strong. I was enjoying champagne straight out of the bottle in the garden outside. ‘We aren’t trying to get drunk, are we?’ ‘Fuck off Mac.’ So I had forgotten Mac. He was single too, but hardly a friend. ‘Well someone is a little feisty tonight.’ ‘I’m really not in the mood, okay?’ ‘Marriage is overrated.’ I knew that in his own sick. "Bread?" Her mouth was dry and only sounded like a raspy grunt. He looked up into her eyes. "Would you like bread?" Sure, doll." He waited until she dropped a quarter of a loaf in front of him, then he asked her, "How long you been married?"Nervously, she answered, "Six years." She looked down at her feet.Between mouthfuls he mumbled, "That much? You hardly look twenty."She noticed he ate slowly and daintily, relishing every mouthful, enjoying his meal. "I'm twenty-two." She realized this. Some of our friends never got into it, and left the circle, but a few new people come in every year and for some reason, this event just keeps rolling on. I'm still amazed by it, and I'm still amazed that Deb and I keep returning. We have so much fun though, that the memories stay with us for the year, and we keep looking forward to the next one. I hope that I didn't upset you two, but that's what the invitation is all about. I don't know if you want to think badly of us."Sam was flabbergasted!. “Yes it would be,” Sarah smiles, enjoying being the centre of attention and a sex object after she looked at me for tacit approval.“I really want this baby, two younger bi-women, so enjoy, you know your turn on is my turn on. We are going to cuckold each other again,” Sarah tells me in our room as we shower and change.“What shall we wear baby?,” she asks standing in front of a wall mirror, naked apart from her heels. “Don’t forget to take a cock ring with you.”“Less is more, we don’t have far.